I just saw Nick Cassavettes adaptation of Nicholas Sparks novel THE NOTEBOOK. What a full-nelson, non-stop, every note, kitchen sink, 103% tear-jerker! Masterfully manipulative. Hell and hot cucumbers, I may have to actually read the source novel now. But considered meditation on this insulin-shocker did make me write down two things:

(1) We (Americans) live in a swamp of false emotion. And like it that way. False emotion is the mainstay of our media, art, advertising.

(2) It’s only possible to fall in love while you are still innocent (of something.) The more innocent you are, the easier it is to be in love.

Now for that (2) above—should we blame Satan?